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Post by Whill Shaman Chrysanthe on Jun 27, 2018 22:32:28 GMT -8
*Temple island was an island on the planet Ahch-To. The island was home to an ancient Jedi Temple and a tree library containing ancient sacred texts written by the earliest Jedi. The island also housed a Jedi village, which was maintained by Lanai Caretakers. The island was also home to the native porgs.*
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 22, 2018 18:48:33 GMT -8
A YT-1300 Corellian light freighter, one that many would say had obviously seen better days, made a a rough landing on the surface
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 22, 2018 18:56:53 GMT -8
Ciarán and Laoch unbuckling their safety belts were almost out of their seats before the ship came to rest. Laoch pitched the hanger and the hound darted out ahead of them. The three walked out, the little girl between them holding a hand of each man. Both drew pistols with their free hand
-Laoch-
“This ain’t Manaan.”
The response was fast
-Ciarán-
“How we’d survive out here without you’re acclaimed knowledge of geography is one of life’s mysteries." The Hound darted around, all the time a watchful eye on the child
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 22, 2018 19:01:24 GMT -8
Morrígu and Boland were fast behind the three. Boland, a toolkit in hand took to examining the ship immediately. The Woman walked over to the trio. With a deep sigh she announced
-Morrígu-
“Welcome to Ahch-To."
Maureen looked up at the woman. She didn't have the foggiest what the woman meant. It was beautiful. The girl eyed a stick on the ground, a gnarled branch, with black bark. She snatched it up. Then running offthe hound followed. Morrígu looked around. This place she wanted to visit again. But now she wanted to be on Manaan
Boland found little overly significant wrong with the ship. Turing he sat, back against the YT-1300 and lit a cigarette. He watched the girl playing. She ran over and stopped looking down at him, the hound sitting at her side. Seeing her walking stick Boland commented
-Boland-
“You found a síol éalaigh.”
The girl smiled, somehow knowing exactly what he meant. She too parked herself beside the ship. Morrígu walked over and sat on the other side of the Hound. A peaceful quiet Kodak moment in a wild violent universe
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 22, 2018 20:15:03 GMT -8
The two walked over to the group. Both crouched down standing on toes they looked quite comfortable. Both looked at the ground. Ciaran asked
-Ciaran-
"What's the next move?"
Laoch, head still down listened
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 22, 2018 20:57:13 GMT -8
Looking at the area in front of the ship she responded
"This was a wonderful accident."
Turning her sight to Laoch and attention Ciaran and Laoch
-Morrígu-
But our landing here was by accident."
Looking down with brows creasing
-Morrígu-
"Then again many say accidents don't exist."
Shrugging that off
-Morrígu-
"At any rate with no business we should leave soon."
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Post by Ciarán Dubh & Laoch Bán Dubh on Jul 22, 2018 21:32:43 GMT -8
Laoch rose to the words. Ciarán stood close behind him. Both pocketed their pistols and turning they walked back to the ship and boarded. Both went to the cockpit, . Ciarán taking the pilot seat and fired the beast up Laoch sat at the co-pilot station
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Post by Gráinne Mhaol & Fiach Dubh on Jul 22, 2018 21:36:58 GMT -8
Morrígu also stood up, followed by Boland, then Maureen and they followed. Cú Faoil ran behind the little girl. They boarded the YT-1300, the latch shut and in minutes they were lifting off and in the air. It was an accident even landing there so Morrígu told herself but a question rose in back of her mind: Is anything an accident? She wondered as they left the fascinating planet behind
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Post by Lucien Needa on Aug 19, 2018 19:30:00 GMT -8
At a different time...
The Temple Island was shrouded with fog as the first rays of light penetrated the misty grey veil that had settled over the land overnight. As the sun peaked over the horizon, pale yellow light was cast across the green grass and flat, grey rocks that made up the stone outcrop from the ocean. The grass was a deep emerald color, not unlike the lightsabers of some Jedi. At the base of the island, waves crashed against the rocky shore, creating a calming noise of rushing water. And it was on this spot of tranquil that a certain Crix Class Shutrle was set down on one of the stony beaches. The shuttle itself was nearly completely empty, save for a single droid, who was going about doing a few odds and ends in the passenger area, which consisted of metal seats with small coverings around a central holo-display, all of which wasn’t in an industrial, utilitarian dark grey. The smooth steel walls were only disrupted by the occaisional blue light, which bathed the cabin in a bright light, leaving it feeling rather sterile. The boarding ramp, however, had been left open, and outside, looking out over the ocean, was Lucien Needa, also known as Finn. He didn’t know quite why he was here, apart from the fact that one of the visions he had while sleeping showed him this place, and he naturally decided to come here, hoping to unravel some of the mysteries he had not yet solved about his past. Looking over the aquamarine color, he couldn’t help but feel a certain calmness here, a calmness that he usually never felt. He felt as though he didn’t need to watch over his shoulder here, and that he was genuinely safe.
Taking one final look at the ocean, he turned around and made his way across the sand and pebbles on the beach to a small path that had been cut into the side of the rock. The path wound its way up the mountain until it reached it’s apex ay the ancient Jedi shrine located at the highest point of the island. As he ascended the path, he heard the calls of several Porgs, sea birds native to the planet that would often gather in large numbers at the edge of many of the cliffs and bluffs on the island. The general air created by the fog was one of mystery, that almost made it seem as though Lucien was walking through some sort of dream. Reaching the top of the path, he turned towards a small collection of hive shaped stone structures on a small flat space overlooking the ocean. They were, indeed, extremely well maintained for their apparent age. As the young Needa gingerly picked his way across the sharp rocks that made a small minefield between him and the village, he couldn’t help but sense a strong Light Side presence here. This world, evidently, held answers to some questions, even if they were not his own. As he walked through the village, he noticed a small path that branched off from the main path and... apparently led nowhere. Curious, he made his way across the village and began walking down this path. It was relatively simple to climb, though about halfway through, he was nearly hit by a rock slide, only managing to avoid it by running straight ahead. Eventually, however, he came upon a small, oddly shaped tree. Lucien looked at it carefully, noticing a small aperture that led inside of it. Drawing his lightsaber, but not yet igniting it, he carefully made his way inside of the hole in the ancient bark and picked his way through, until he reached a most peculiar spot. Sunlight shone through a hole in the top of the tree, illuminating a set of books resting upon the bark of the tree. More curious than anything else, he put away his lightsaber and picked up one of the ancient texts, noting the fact that the symbol of the Jedi Order was on the cover. Sitting down in one corner, he opened the book, and began to read...
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Post by Lucien Needa on Aug 20, 2018 11:12:11 GMT -8
After a good hour and a half of reading, Lucien set down the book and stood up. Dusting off his black leather armor, he picked up the book and absentmindedly felt out the ancient fabric of the manuscript. It had provided some interesting insight into the ways and duty of the Jedi, about their code and way of life. Their founding principles were idealistic, but not practical enough for his liking. Sighing, the young Needa placed the book back down onto the small ledge with the rest of it’s companions before walking out of the small sunlit space. As he passed through the ancient wood, he could feel something else on the island, besides the porgs and the caretakers, who had by now arrived at the Jedi village. Upon reaching the mouth of the small alcove, Lucien turned back, casting one final glance at the ancient library, before walking outside, feeling the sunlight that was, by now, bathing the entirety of the island in light. As he walked back down the path towards the Jedi Village, instead of returning to his shuttle, followed the strange presence he was feeling. This led him up the main path, traversing a considerably steeper path up the rock spire at the middle of the island. As he ascended the light grey stone path, he took pauses to admire the breathtaking view of the ocean this vantage point afforded him.
Eventually, the path ended at the entrance of a small cave at the very peak of the island. Carefully stepping inside the space, he noted a small pool at the center, consisting of a small tiled base and a small quantity of water in it. Curious, Lucien walked towards the reflecting pool and looked into it. Expecting to see himself, he was taken aback by the fact that no reflection showed. Leaving the strange pool behind, he instead chose to walk through a hole in the wall, leading to a rocky outcrop. And from here, he had the best view possible over the island, seeing a flock of seabirds dive into the ocean, several strange creatures that looked a bit like sea elephants sitting at the edge of the shore, and the entirety of the island. It all looked very natural, very mysterious, and ancient, disrupted only by his shuttle sitting at the edge of the shore. There was a small boulder sitting near the end of the outcrop, just big enough for someone to sit on. He did not know what compelled him to do so, but he walked towards the rock, almost entranced by it. Sitting down on it and crossing his legs, he felt suddenly at peace, in harmony with his surroundings. Closing his eyes and placing his gloved hands on his knees, he began to meditate...
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Post by Lucien Needa on Aug 20, 2018 21:08:09 GMT -8
Soon, he found himself being carried away by the Force. He could see the past, the present, and the future, all molded together in an amalgamation of time and space coliding. He found himself on the island yet again, but this time, the Jedi Village had been replaced with a small Imperial Military Quarters. The room itself was nothing special, as it was a dark grey steel cube with powerful lights in the ceiling that left the room very well illuminated, and a small bed sat in a corner. In another corner, there was a small stack of toys, with a Stormtrooper helmet on top of it, and across from the bed, there was a small desk with a number of small things that would make a child happy. Drawing his lightsaber, he walked forward, towards the room. As he approached, silently, with the intent of making as little noise as possible on the gritty surface. These people wore crisply ironed grey Imperial uniforms, and small plaques on the chest that indicated that one was an Admiral, and the other was of no rank. As the two of them entered, the child got up from the small game he was playing and ran up to the man, who picked him up and spun him around. It was evident that this was a father-son relationship that had been established here. Moving even closer to the small scene playing out in front of him, Lucien felt the world around him getting darker, as the sky turned red and the family disappeared. As the ground began to blacken and he felt explosions ringing out around him, he ignited his lightsaber just in time to see a massive version of the helmet visualise in front of him, before the world around him faded to black, leaving only the helmet. All of a sudden, he was on a different planet, in he middle of a forest. And he was staring down around 20 E-11 Blaster Rifles.
“Damn!”
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Post by Lucien Needa on Aug 21, 2018 21:54:47 GMT -8
As the blasters started firing, Lucien leaped into the air, igniting his saber. Coming down hard, he nearly dissected one of the soldiers in two, before whirling to face the others. As he did, he began backing up the path towards the spot he was at now. Hopefully, he could get the soldiers in a line and then execute them one by one. Massive waves crashed against the shore, forming a slippery surface that the young Needa had to be careful not to slip on. The rocks, blackened by the copious amounts of water slamming against the shore of the Temple Island, were difficult to climb. He just hoped that the stormtroopers would take the bait and follow him. Eventually, the path narrowed to a single man wide, and he would use this to his advantage.
Except they didn’t follow him. Instead, they began taking shots at him from behind cover. Cursing his luck, he grabbed hold of one of the troopers using the force and threw him into the ocean. That would buy him very little time. Scrambling up the mountain, he reached a rock face overlooking the soldiers. Perfect. He prepared to leap from the top of the rocks, but he wasn’t expecting the rocks to collapse beneath him. As they cracked under his weight. He launched himself off the mountain, landing beside three of the stormtroopers. Not hesitating, he slashed one of their heads off, before crippling one with a decisive strike to the arm, followed by a finishing blow, once again to the head, and finally, he ran the last one straight through the heart. Two of them rushed him from the side while the rest opened fire upon him; momentarily deflecting the blaster bolts with his lightsaber, he once again picked up the soldiers and tossed them towards their comatriots. One of them was accidentally shot and the other landed atop another Stormtrooper and the two of them flew into the ocean. The stormtroopers moved back behind a few rocks as Lucien approached them, saber drawn. One of them peeled to get off a shot, he received a quick slash, cutting his abdomen in half. A number of them then decided to make a suicide charge. Which is exactly what Lucien wanted. Backing up the mountain again, he soon reached the thin chokepoint and, using the force, pulled a loose boulder down atop the soldiers. A bit worn out but not unfazed by the soldiers, he cautiously made his way into the cavern at the top of the mountain, the spot where he was sitting now. Except instead of the pool and the rock, there was instead the massive head of a Stormtrooper. As the world around him faded to black, he could see only that helmet before he was dropped into the next part of his vision...
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Post by Terra Fauna on Aug 22, 2018 9:50:00 GMT -8
Several Lanai Caretakers passed by quietly, solemnly going about their business. A few of them carried materials with which to help maintain upkeep of the temple. They made sure not to disturb the man whom they presumed to be a Jedi in meditation as they carefully walked around, maintaining a respectful distance as they carried out their daily duties.
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Post by Lucien Needa on Sept 5, 2018 11:55:22 GMT -8
Lucien was falling. Falling fast. He was in a city. A very large city. After panicking for a moment, flailing about in midair, he realized this wasn't going to help, and instead angled himself into an arrow, tucking in his arms and legs, trying to make himself as streamlined as possible. He saw... what looked like the undercity of Coruscant approaching. And he could smell the reek of trash, rotting food, vomit, and other unsavory items rising up to greet him. As he entered the final few seconds of his descent, he saw vibrant colors all around him, billboards and signs of all manner all around him. Cantinas, bars, brothels, and everything in between. As he slammed into the ground, he expected to die instantly, but instead, barely felt the impact. Surprised, he lay starstruck in the street as people weaved all around him. Standing up, he brushed himself off before drawing his lightsaber and joining the throngs of people as they weaved in and out of the city streets. Sensing something was off, he carefully stepped into an alleyway...
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 18, 2021 13:27:14 GMT -8
Temple Island! Gid almost soiled herself. The Firespray-31-class patrol and attack craft was now moving at full throttle. This was not a good day for birds, as many unfortunate fowl were sent to great birdhouse in the sky. On the upside the bird population in Harmony really flew up. Anyway, the ship set down gently, Gid powered down, the hatch flew open and three Twi'leck, one green, one red and another hour came crashing out. Gid turned yelling -Gid- "M3-PO get out here!" A good 3PO series protocol droid walked out of the ship and walked over to the women -Alem- "Drink this!" Handing the droid a much needed bottle of beer they moved forward cautiously. An archaic 614 AvA Speeder bike lay dormant. A human standing by the bike. Shakk eyed the craft the man mumbled a price and the girl looked to The -Shakk- "Can I get it? Can I get it? Gid please! Can I!?! This went on endlessly for ten minutes until Gid folded like Super Man on laundry day and Shakk now was the proud owner of a speeder bike. Shakk stabbed a flag into the Rocky ground marking their presence The Tale of Three Twi'leck AN LUCHT SIUIL DHIUBH
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 18, 2021 20:07:40 GMT -8
Shakk, the tiny blue Twi'leck, had geared her new 614 AvA Speeder bike with her guns, an (old-style) IF field kit, 20 flags, and other paraphernalia. The girl was having a ball -Shakk- "Gid. Do those funny trees really have The Force!?!" Gid responded -Gid- "Yes dear." There was silence for exactly 4 5.316 seconds -Shakk- And this whole planet is an ocean full of little islands?" And once more her sister said -Gid- "Yes dear...." The sound of the bike's engine turning over cause no immediate alarm. In retrospect both God and to a lesser extent Alem may wish to be able to revisit that time. Hitting the accelerator the speeder bike tore off. Yelling over shoulder Shakk screamed -Shakk- "I'll be back!!!! Weeeee!" And with that she disappeared into the water scape. Turning and helplessly watching her sister bolt away Gid muttered - Gid- "Bloody idiot. ...."
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 18, 2021 20:48:48 GMT -8
An old, ancient really, Uneti tree stood majestic near where the women had stopped on account of coming across the speeder. With no clue of the strange nature of this particular slicked of flora, Alem had decided to get some exercise and practice her aim throwing knives. On a large tree trunk she had three 6' throwing knives, a 12' Bowie knife and a 3 pound add with a 28' handle. Standing in a white tank top and skin tight bike shorts the enormity of the girl was difficult to conceal. After Shakk tearing of island hunting, Gid came to Alem for some semblance of sanity. She looked at the range. This consisted of nothing more than a straight path to the target with clearly marked throwing points. Gid knew how to toss a hachet. She was just not as enthusiastic, nor admitedly anywhere near as good, as Alem. She looked at the range. It started at 30'. Gid froze. No way. No way. Walking down the next throwing station was at 16', then 14', 12 and lastly 10. Will be nice to watch she thought. Her eyes fell on the target tree again
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 19, 2021 12:18:14 GMT -8
But ten feet from the target tree Alem stood dressed in a white tank top, knee high black skin tight bike shorts. With three six inch throwing knives, two in left hand and one held by the blade with index, middle fingers and thumb. Standing tall she looked at target for a time. Then knees bend slight she tossed the knife, which sailed threw the air sticking true in the tree a half meter from the ground. Then she tossed the second and it too sunk into the target but inches from the first. The third came but seconds behind, faltering and falling to the ground. Then taking the three pound axe she walked out slow to the30' line and turning swiftly hurled the axe, which spiraled into the tree embedding itself in the wood. A book tumbled from a hallow landing in the grass at the base of the tree
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 19, 2021 15:01:24 GMT -8
Alem stood staring blankly at the book that had fallen from the tree. Her sister Gid too bad day up alert. However, Gid's eyes were fixed on the axe. Alem was monstrously strong, so Gid believed. Believed nothing; she just buried an axe in a tree from what? 10 metres out!?! Ouch! Leaping to her feet Gid spoke -Gid- "Nice!" But Alem seemed mesmerizing . Brows dropping her sister stood and walked over to her -Gid- "What is it? What Alem?" Alem just held her right hand out with index finger pointing to the book and said -Alem- "I hit that tree so hard that it made a book and spit it out...." Head turning to her sister -Alem- "Is that how they say 'no mas'?" Gid could not resist laughing. Gesturing with right hand she began to walk to the tree -Gid- "C'mon." Alem followed. Both stood looking at the text to a long moment before Gid stopped and scooped the book up with her left hand. Standing she held it out and muttered -Gid- "I cannot read this.... Can you Alem?" Her muscular sister just shook her head Suddenly, Gid was overwhelmed. Call it The Force. Call it women's intuition. Call it the Spirit of Christmas. Whatever, it was some strong -Gid- "We just go." And Alem responded - Alem- "BM? Th day you need be regular but pretty lousy timing." Her sister snapped back - Gid- "No stupid. I mean move. Now. To Dagobah." Face distorted -Alem- "We need to go to Dagobah so you can have a BM there?" Rolling her eyes Gid said -Gid- "Where is Shakk?" Alem shrugged
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Post by Twi'leck Triplet Dubh on Aug 19, 2021 16:20:38 GMT -8
The Firespray-31-class patrol and attack craft The Hand Maid Tail sat waiting as Alem and Gid approached. Dropping the hanger door the two walked on board. Tossing the book with her now dormant C3 unit, Gid went to the pilot's seat and fired up the beast. The hanger door still lie open as Shakk came in and parked her 614614-AvA speeder then climbed in beside Alem. The both spoke simultaneously -Shakk& Alem- "What's up?" Laughing they tell into an animated conversation, as Gid lifted off and they split , ditching that popsicle stand
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